Saturday, October 30, 2010

This Pumpkin Scarf is crocheted by me! :) It took me about 6 hours and 45 minutes to make this scarf. You can see 9 pumpkins in a row, with alternating stump directions. The green stumps are sewn onto both sides of each pumpkin; so the scarf is reversible and you won't see any obnoxious stitch marks. Made of soft yarn, this scarf is the perfect holiday gift!

This scarf is my original design. :) Replication of my design is not permitted.

In other news,,, I will be selling my handmade awesomeness!! (aka my handmade goods) at the St. Mark's Noel Boutique in Boise, Idaho on Saturday and Sunday, November 13-14th! I hope to see all the local handmade-lovers there! :D

Monday, October 18, 2010

La Bomba is a cute, happy bomb with a lit fuse! "Your friends make you mad? Blow them up with this cute bomb!" :D Have fun playing with this cute doll!

Each La Bomba takes me about an hour and 45 minutues to make. The yarn is soft and the lit part of the fuse is fluffy and soft. So you can throw it at your friend, and ✶ ✷ ✸ ✹ BOOM! ✹ ✸ ✷ ✶ Instant payback! Haha

Monday, October 11, 2010

Okay so this girl, and this was a few years ago at a conference mind you, she flirted with me. It was sudden and it was random. I was in my hotel room and she pops in to chat. Perhaps that is an understatement. She hops into bed with me and swings her legs over me and is chatting with me like normal – all bubbly and cute. I am stunned but I don’t mind, because I think women are beautiful, and she happens to be a really sweet (and cute!) person. So I go along with the chat, like I wasn’t stunned/shocked/surprised (can’t find quite the right word). Just as quick as she hopped in bed with me, she hops out and goes about her conference day.

I put it out of my mind, like maybe she wasn’t serious. Later that day, my buddy tells me that she was going around telling people that she quote “seduced” me. I am now utterly confused? So she was up to something. I had no idea she had those feelings for me. However, time goes by and nothing like that ever happens again, and there was no mention of it by her.

I have come to the conclusion that flirting is evil, especially when you have no intention on going any further. I admit I have been guilty of doing this myself, but now that I am on the other end, it is quite unpleasant and greatly confusing. What brought on this random rant, you may ask? Well I received an email that she unsubscribed from my newsletter, and it brought up an old memory. So here I am ranting about the evils of unintentional flirting (well perhaps it was intentional but the outcome was moot). *Urg* (frustration).

Anyway, just thought I would vent. Feel free to comment about the evils of flirting.

Sunday, October 10, 2010

I opened a shop on Zazzle.com today. I figured it made the most sense, money-wise. This way I can upload as many of my designs as I want, without expending all the capital to have them manufactured. Yay! :)

A friend of mine hooked me up with a free newsletter program. So the Lightning Cat catalogs are totally free! You can sign up for my newsletter mailing list here. I also put a sign up box in the right column of this blog, where it says Join Our Mailing List.

Happy Shopping!Stephanie

P.S. I know I was totally late (according to my Oct. 1st deadline) with sending out the October Catalog. I'm such a slacker. :P I hope you enjoy my hand-drawn jack o'lantern on the cover! :)

Saturday, October 9, 2010

This blog is about my high school infatuation with skater boys and my reflection on this important time in my life that shaped the person I am today. Feel free to comment.

In high school, I really liked skater boys, their spiked hair, skater clothes, and the fact that they could skateboard. I decided that I wanted to hang out with them. But what would we have to talk about? I figured the key to being accepted by them was to listen to the same music. I started listening to rock and metal music, like Papa Roach and Slipknot. I had a headache for a straight month, but I was determined to fit in with the skater boys. After listening to rock/metal music, I realized there weren't drums and guitars in pop music and wondered how pop music was made without instruments. The more I listened to rock and metal, the more silly pop “musicians” looked. I found that I identified more with the lyrics in rock music. I didn’t care about popularity or looking like everyone else. I got really into the band Powerman 5000 (or Pm5k for short). I even made "Pm5k" clothes. I sewed black lace onto a black jean cutoff skirt and painted the Pm5k scull on the pocket. I also took an old blue jean jacket (pictured to the right) and painted Pm5k stuff all over the back and front. It was a badass jacket. When I felt like liberty spiking my hair, I would wear my badass jacket to school.

My mother was horrified at what I wore out. I didn't do it to get on her nerves; that was just an added bonus. ;) Before high school, I was quote "the perfect child," according to my mother. As I got older, I decided I didn't want to be a doormat any more, because it sucked. Nobody respects a doormat. I decided I wanted more from life.

This time in my life was very important to me, because this is when I really started to change myself. I was determined to not make the same mistakes as my parents. My mother raised me to courteous and put others' happiness and comfort above my own. She taught me to not expect anything in return. She didn't demand respect. I felt there was something wrong with that. This is part of the reason why I am the person I am today. I strive to be successful, and I urge others to demand respect in their lives.

Despite the vow I made at eight years old to never be anything like my parents, I find that, as I become older, I grow more and more like them. Or perhaps I am just seeing them for who they really are, and I see their likeness in me. Today, I am not entirely repulsed by the idea of being similar to my parents. They are my parents after all. I have discovered that my real fear is of failure. I am deeply afraid of not being successful and even more afraid of being in a failed relationship.